Party Poison (Gerard Way)

Colour Killer♕2

She ignored the fighting, and the screams by slamming her pillow over her head, trying to block out the heart-wrenching sounds. She knew helping would have been the right thing to do, but helping means caring, and that wasn't something she got involved in. If you care, then you become attached, and if you become attached, then you become dependant. Dependant was the worst thing she could become, because if the person she was dependant on died, or left her, then she may as well have let the dracs kill her the very first time she fought them. She would be a wasted life.

Somehow, through continuously reminding herself of those facts, she managed to drown out the fighting and fall asleep, only to wake up again bright and early, most likely with less than four hours sleep. Dragging herself out of her pitiful sleeping arrangement, she threw her things back into her backpack, and exited to crumbling building she had camped out in.

Killer was greeted up with the wind whipping her blond and purple hair around her. She welcomed it, as apposed to to blazing dry-heat desert weather she was used to from Zone 1. As she walked, she combed the knots out of her hair with her fingers, admiring the way her bits of purple looked in the sun. She never wanted to completely dye her hair like most killjoys, she liked the blond, but she wasn't apposed to the colour either, so she compromised with herself. She dyed the underside purple, and kept the top blond.

You see, colour was a form of rebellion for the killjoys. Battery City is completely colourless, they're reasoning for it was something about less conflict. So, naturally killjoys cover themselves with every last bit of colour they can find. Right now, Danielle was wearing a fake leather jacket like most killjoys, (real leather was hard to come by), her's was bright green. Her shirt was a pale blue with a faded image of a black widow spider that had a lightning bot on it's back. The unofficial logo for the killjoys. The jacket and the shirt were too big for her because she was so skinny from the lack of food. She paired the outfit with a pair of light-wash blue jeans, they were ripped at the knees, but that wasn't intentional. Her boots were black and scuffed, they laced up to about mid-calf. Finally she had her belt, it was a tan brown and it had a holster for her gun.

She trotted along side an old crumbly road, that she believed used to be a major highway before the earth destroyed itself. Every once in a while, a car would whiz by her, she always had to look out to make sure it was a killjoy car, and not one from Battery City filled with dracs, but it was very easy to tell the difference. BL/ind. cars were sleek, modern, silver cars that ran very smoothly. However, killjoys were much different. Killjoy cars were a hodgepodge of parts from junk yards slapped together, and spray painted in all sorts of different ways. She used to have an amazing car, she spent weeks combing through junkyards searching for the perfect parts, slowly assembling the machine. When she finally found the last part, (an engine from the year 2020, so it didn't need any kind of fuel to run) she used all her best paints to make the car look sick. She completely spray painted it blue, then with each colour of the rainbow she wrote "COLOUR KILLER" across the hood. On the side did some classic graffiti designs, and to finish it off on the back windshield she wrote "Killjoy or die". The car was her most prized possession for a very long time, but then some terrible happened. After being attacked by some dracs, instead of killing her, they hijacked her car, almost as bad. Ever since then she was left with no transportation. Of course she could always build another car, but it wouldn't be the same. So, she stuck with her feet for now, half hoping her car would turn up at some point.

By now she had been walking for at least 15 minutes, and she was passing a makeshift sign that said:

"WELCOME TO ZONE 2 KILLJOYS, DRACS BEYOND THIS POINT WILL BE GHOSTED" She smiled at that, every single killjoy sign sign she had ever read ended with that phrase warning dracs that they would be killed if the pass the sign. It was true though, any dracs in the Badlands, and the killjoys would do everything in their power to exterminate them. The dracs were purposely sent out into the Badlands to kill them, so they had to to kill them first.

Now that she was in Zone 2, it was time to pay Adrenaline Junkie, and her little store a visit.

a/n- Sorry this chapter is so short there just wasn't much to say, next one is longer tho!